JEALOUS B*TCH

Writing mode. 2 poems, due tomorrow. Edited diagnostic test, due tomorrow.

And I’ve had a full day today, too. (Full day. Oh. You mean an 8:30am - 4:00pm academic schedule—4:00pm - 6:00pm Softball practice—6:00pm - 11:00pm theater play rehearsal—11:00pm - 12:00 am meeting—day? Yeah.)

Gah. And it’s just been a month since the semester started. What the **** is this?

Oh well. At least one poem’s done. And, so far, I’ve written 400 words for the essay in 30 minutes. Yey. I just might get through this after all.

(NO SLEEPING FOR ME. AGAIN. Thanks, College.)

The down side of living on your own is having no one to care for you when you’re sick.

Oh well. All this drama is nothing a little Big Bang Theory wouldn’t cure.

I really really really don’t want to study anymore. Hindi ko naman kailangan ng diploma para makapagtrabaho. Leche. Itigil na nga natin ‘tong kalokohan na ‘to.

A 15 year old girl hold hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut. No one knows she was raped at 13.

People call a girl fat. No one knows she has a serious disease which causes her to be overweight.

People call an old man ugly. No one knows he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.
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Repost this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. 95% of you won’t.

(Source: patmedzloves, via aj-isms)